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Your Mom's in Porn Now - An Adult Story

... right. That kinda of web site might get boring." said Daryl. We both laughed again. "Hell, I only pay to watch a web site. If there was some good porn on it." I said. "Yeah! Me to. Of course, who are we to decide. Maybe we should just try to film a little. I need a job. We could try it for a few days and see where it take us." said Daryl. "Yeah! Maybe your right. Who knows, maybe we can make some money off it." I said. "Plus we might get to see some hot chicks around town. Do you have any plans tonight?" he said. "No! I was going to order some pizza and watch some TV. How about you?" I said. "No.. Hey pizza sounds good. We could order some at my house. My Dad is working a double. He is not due home until noon tomorrow. My Mom suppose to be at my Aunt house tonight. We have the place to our selves. Hop in my car..." said Daryl. It took us about twenty minutes to get to his house. He lived in the middle of no where. He had a nice two story brick house. He still lived in his bedroom, that he grew up in all his life. Daryl popped the trunk on his small car. He stood there for a few minutes, as I got out the passenger side. "Dude...Check it out. Its the camera I was telling you about. Its got new batteries. All charged and ready to go." said Daryl. "Looks good man. Hit record on the camera. That is cool. You can see the red light on the front." I said. "Oh! Yeah! That is cool. There a small screen on the side the pops out. Then I can see what's being recorded. I can zoom in and ...

... out with no problem. I'm going to start taping you. Then we can replay the footage and check the sound and image quality. Plus you can get use to me following you around. Head toward my front door." said Daryl. He pointed to the front of the house. "You don't lock your doors?" I said. "We live out in the middle of now where. Go inside Buck. Go down the hall. Toward my kitchen. There some pizza delivery places on the fridge." said Daryl. "You have a nice house. Should I take off my sandals?" I said. "Yeah! Kick them by the closet next to you. Cool. Keep walking." said Daryl. I was now barefoot walking across the wooden floor toward the kitchen. I had a pair of tan cargo shorts and a black t-shirt on. Daryl kicked off his tennis shoes. He was wearing long tan shorts, near his ankles and a white skate board t-shirt. "You want something to drink?" said Daryl. "Sweetie! Is that you??? Junior are you home?" said a female voice. It was coming from the next room. "Fuck! Its my Mom." whispered Daryl. I turned my head. I knew Daryl for four years and never met his Mother. This should be fun. "Yes! Mom! I'm in the kitchen with a friend." said Daryl. "Is it a girl?" said his Mom. "No! It's a friend from high school. Buck Kelly! He just got home from college. I ran into him today." said Daryl. "That's nice dear. Can you bring me my wine, in the fridge. I need to top off my glass. Please! Be a sweetie." said Daryl Mom. "Ok! Just a minute. Buck! Can you reach inside and get the white bottle ...